My mind is filled with questions

She answers them with lies

Words of false wisdom pour from her mouth

She treats the words as if they’re soft as silk

When really they cut like a blade

Bittersweet tears of joy

Fall to the ground

He’d push me right next to them

If I wasn’t there already.

I wear a mask to hid my face

I wish you saw me better than I really am

For as the words of this poem

Wash over you

They will drown me

As they ripped at my poise

Long ago

Then I woke

To see the sunrise

And the stars fade

And shimmering moon dust covering my pale face

With only our wretched love in my cold heart

And our faces on my wall.

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